Day One's primary purpose was to find a cover for my kickass new iPhone. I want to replace the Plain Jane one I already use. And although I also have a SWEET pink lizard skin cover, it doesn't provide sufficient protection from the high likelihood that I will drop and/or smash my little gem within mere months, weeks, or even days of owning it.
Hubby followed me into Future Shop, Best Buy, Bell, Rogers, Fido, Koodo, The Source, and every other phone-related store in Canada. And of course I never found the perfect cover. I might just have to design it myself. I basically want it to be identical to my awesome pink lizard skin, but with better smash-protection. Too picky, according to Hubby.
As a secondary purpose to yesterday's shopping trip, we were also keeping our eyes peeled for a new winter coat for Hubby. Winter up in the Great White North is nothing to sneeze at (unless you don't have a warm enough parka so you catch a cold and can't stop sneezing).
So today, Hubby's coat became the primary purpose of venturing outwardly, and my iPhone cover got unapologetically shoved to the back burner.
Well, didn't Hubby try a million effing coats. And of course the one he liked best was $1,050. Yes, One Thousand and Fifty. ONE THOUSAND. I don't even know how he got to the point of trying it on in the first place.
So we walked our asses all over the biggest mall in town only to end up back at the first store, debating over the very first coat.
No it doesn't look too tight. Yes the sleeves are a little long. But yes, it will be very warm - 80% wool is very warm. Yes, I love that it's grey. It fits well. Do you really need to lift your arms overhead? The pockets are nice. No, your money won't fall out of them.
I eventually just sat in the corner ignoring him while he hemmed and hawed.
And of course he ended up buying it.
By that time, I had abandoned whatever meagre interest I originally had. Just make a decision. And even though he claims he'd be quite pleased to go without me, we both know I'd get stuck returning whatever piece of shit he came home with. Like last time, with the bumble bee polo shirt.
There was one highlight of today's trip, however.
Some poor old bat was driving like a sleeping toad, and to make matters worse, she proceeded to plough herself over the curb of the mall parking lot and TOTALLY BUST HER TIRE.
I was so surprised that I couldn't even laugh as hard as I wanted to. She totally demolished it. Flattest. Tire. In Canada.
I simply could NOT resist taking this:
|Ha! Shitty buzz.|
At least my day wasn't that bad.